i googled "where to have sex in disneyland." i found nothing.
I am not speculating about which disney princesses do and do not have gag reflexes
You insisted on drinking champagne out of the dog bowl
The bartender from Thursday remembered me... And gave me a FLAMING BUCKET of alcohol.
Being high is an amazing excuse. I was using him for the potential of a beret, come on. I'd do that sober.
Posh spice and Baby spice both in one night. Fantasy complete. God bless halloween.
Wait, tell the rest at happy hour. I wanna be able to interrupt you with my loud cackles and stupid questions.
I look like I just got gang banged and I'm wearing a Taylor swift t shirt. It's not gonna be a pretty breakfast.
No just a slight sexual miscommunication which led to a little (lot) vomiting by one party and a bruised sternum on the other party involved.
I can't even make a guess how that goes.
We put a ban on pants at an unusually early point in the night.
A guy just grabbed my balls before he shook my hand because he thought he knew me.
Her tramp stamp said call me maybe. You should have run for the nearest decontamination shower immediately.
Worst case: you're extra horny, have no control of your mouth or actions, and maybe murder someone. Child's play.
Do him. As soon as possible and as often as possible. That's what Oprah would say
Are we allowed to ho on the roof?
Randomize
